Some girls born to luxury
Some inherit monotony
Some quite early become wives
A few stay single all of their lives
Some girls have a pretty face
Some got that social grace
Some dress up in the latest styles
Wearing their boots made out of crocodiles
Pick me up and take me away
Recite me rosaries
Put my life in a wooden box
And sail me out to sea
Talkin' 'bout Rachel! Ooh-whoa-oh, Rachel
Rachel got no fancy clothes
But she turns heads wherever she goes
Oh-whoa, you can hear 'em singin'
Lord, she makes their poor heart ring
If you listen you will hear them sing
They'll be singing
You can hear them singing
Rachel! Rachel
Some inherit monotony
Some quite early become wives
A few stay single all of their lives
Some girls have a pretty face
Some got that social grace
Some dress up in the latest styles
Wearing their boots made out of crocodiles
Pick me up and take me away
Recite me rosaries
Put my life in a wooden box
And sail me out to sea
Talkin' 'bout Rachel! Ooh-whoa-oh, Rachel
Rachel got no fancy clothes
But she turns heads wherever she goes
Oh-whoa, you can hear 'em singin'
Lord, she makes their poor heart ring
If you listen you will hear them sing
They'll be singing
You can hear them singing
Rachel! Rachel
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